Mourning! What on earth do you take me for? As if I didn't know why you wore this black domino and why you buried yourself within these four walls. As if I didn't know! Such a secret! So romantic! Some knight will pass the castle, will gaze up at the windows and think to himself: "Here dwells the mysterious Tamara who, for love of her husband, has buried herself within four walls." Oh, I understand the art! Mrs. Popov. What? What do you mean by saying such things to me? Smirnov. You have buried yourself alive, but meanwhile you have not forgotten to powder your nose! Mrs. Popov. How dare you speak to me so? Smirnov. Don't scream at me, please, I'm not the manager. Just let me call things by their right names. I am not a woman and I am accustomed to speak out what I think. So please don't scream. Mrs. Popov. I'm not screaming. It is you who are doing the screaming. Please leave me, I beg of you. Smirnov. Pay me my money and I'll leave. Mrs. Popov. I won't give you the money. Smirnov. You won't? You won't give me my money? Mrs. Popov. I don't care what you do. You won't get a kopeck! Leave me alone. Smirnov. As I haven't the pleasure of being either your husband or your fiancé please don't make a scene. I can't stand it. Mrs. Popov. You are going to sit down? Smirnov. I already have. Mrs. Popov. Kindly leave the house! Smirnov. Give me the money. Mrs. Popov. I don't care to speak with impudent men. Leave! You aren't going? Smirnov. No. Mrs. Popov. No? Smirnov. No. Mrs. Popov. Very well.

Smirnov Monologue from The Boor

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